Saturday, November 24, 2007

I would like to meet people who lack depravity and gravity. This crowd is so wickedly static. And I will surely burn in the heap with the rest, unless I go alone. But this girl unfurls her curls, like chains, and my cries of elated disdain resound as I'm bound down. She laughs at me, as I reel in knotted steel. Tension spreads across us like the dissemination of her redwine tears across the wet cement. We hide knelt beneath a street light. The moon beams white indignation upon us. We cannot see the stars. Tar catches at her heels as she leaves me in the rain, to breathe.And she will die in Estonia.And I will die in America.

Friday, March 16, 2007

I can't sleep,less my youth and beauty recede while I sleep.I may live the longest in the eons of unintelligible existence,consciousness without beginning or end,hazy reality,and I'm amazed I don't nod out with a half cacked pipe in my hand.

But at least while I'm awake I am safe from my nightmares; monsters. The Manticore withthe head of a jetplane,the body of a backhoe,the legs of a train andthe heart of an atom bomb.